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"B-Brendon... what are you doing?"
"Brendon please, stop!"
Ryan didn't really want his boyfriend to stop. He could barely see in the dim lights of Brendon's bedroom, but he could feel. He could feel the hard, wooden chair underneath him. He could feel thick material binding his sweating hands behind his back.
"Brendon why are you doing this?" Ryan cried. He was nervous, he had no control. He was totally helpless, but that's just how Brendon liked him.

Brendon placed himself on his knees infront of the helpless, scared Ryan and began to tie up his feet too. Ryan resisted and struggled, but Brendon's strength put him in his place. Ryan began to feel un-easy. He had no control whatsoever, no power, Brendon could do anything to him, and he couldn't do anything about it. "Brendon talk to me!" Ryan protested as he felt Brendons hand slide slowly up and down his naked thigh.

"We're just gonna have some fun, baby," Brendon whispered, his breath tingling on Ryan's soft, milky skin causing him to shudder in pleasure. "But why, why have you.." Ryan began, but he was interupted by Brendon's hand running slowly over his bare crotch. "Mmmhhh.." Ryan moaned, he could feel himself getting harder and harder by the second. "Bren... Bren please!" he begged. He didn't like the idea of being tied up, knowing that soon an uncontrollable pleasure would be almost killing him and he wouldn't even be able to move.

Brendon stared down at Ryan. His beautiful, caramel coloured eyes glistened, highlighted by the thin layer of smudged black eyeliner that surrounded them. He looked nervous, helpless, and Brendon was in control. He liked that feeling, and all he wanted to do now was please Ryan, but first, he'd tease him.

Brendon brought himself up to his feet. Ryan stared up at his perfect unclothed stature, he became aware of the situation down below becoming more of an issue. Brendon slowly paced around the chair untill he was behing Ryan, out of his sight. "Brendon!" Ryan called, "where'd you go?". Brendon slid hand around Ryan's face, placing a finger carefully onto his lips. "Shhhh..." he told him. Ryan nodded, shaking a little. "Ryan... tonight i'm going to turn you into a screaming mess...",
"Oh, Bren you can't.." Ryan cried,
"I'm going to have you screaming my name.." Brendon interrupted, moving his hand down from Ryan's face and along his smooth, silky chest. Ryan shivered, he was feeling extra sensetive. Brendon usually made him feel that way, but this time it was different, he couldn't move, he couldn't even touch him.


Ryan hadn't yet noticed, but Brendon had made his way slowly round to his front. He ran his hand along Ryan's crotch again. He whined a little, but Brendon didn't want him to whine. He wanted him to moan in pleasure, he wanted him to scream. He wrapped his hand around Ryan's length, making him gasp, and began moving his hand in a slow rubbing motion. "Ohhh.. Mhhh" Ryan moaned. He was already so turned on that it didn't take long for the pleasure to make him arch his back. "Ohhh, fuck!" Ryan moaned as Brendon started to increase the speed.

Brendon looked up at Ryan, his eyes were squeezed closed in pleasure, but now he wanted to really make him sweat. He swiftly replaced his hand with his lips, kissing his tip. "Bren... oh Bren please don't tease me!" He pleaded... "Please, Bren i can't take it!". To Ryan, it was like torture, he wanted Brendon so badly, he wanted to dive on him and just fuck him against the wall. He wanted to take his member deep inside him. Ryan's thoughts were suddenly interupted with the soft, warm feeling of Brendons lips passing all the way down his length. He let out a long, passionate moan as Brendon moved his head up and down his length over and over. Making smooth licking motions with his tounge. It was driving Ryan crazy. "Oh Brendon, Fuck Bren, Fuck!" he screamed. He was sweating now, a lot, screaming Brendon's name repeatedly. "Oh my god, Brendon i wanna fuck you, i wanna fuck you so bad!" Brendon didn't care, he wanted to slowly torture Ryan into an orgasm first.


The pleasure hightened as Brendon increased the speed slightly. Ryan tingled and squirmed, thrusting his crotch into Brendon's face, losing control. It was almost unbearable, the pleasure almost killing him and him not being able to move only made the feeling more sensitive. "Oh FUCK BRENDON" Ryan screamed in one final moment of pure, intensifying pleasure as he let his load out into Brendon's mouth. He swallowed welcomingly, lifting his head up to stare at a sweating, heavily breathing Ryan. He was a mess, but a beautiful mess. Brendon slowly moved himself around the chair and started to untie Ryan.


Once untied Ryan shot up immediatley, running into Brendon's arms. "Wow..." he Grinned. Brendon smiled sweetly. Ryan hugged him tightly, but became very obviously aware that he was pressing up against Brendon's hardened length. "Ohh..." Ryan smiled, he slowly moved his hand down Brendon's stomach, only to have it batted away again. He looked up at Brendon, feeling totally confused. "Wait..." Brendon told him, his eyes wide, his expression innocent. "I'm not done with you yet...".